Thursday, November 03, 2005

The Conch of God

It is said that poetry is the language of the gods.

The Conch of God

A secret language comes from the silence of a sunlit chamber. Still.It lives in the whisper of a South Sea breeze.A thought, an image, an ambient suggestion obliquely applied calls in the first word and highlights the next,then rises in waves of the tide to cover the shore of reason.Cleansing, it recedesand leaves a blanched seashell in the silence.Listen.